I spent the entire night listening to the story of a lesbian feminist's slow brainwashing and degradation, and it didn't even finish. In truth, fairly early on, she was brought to heel. Most of the story was spent, instead, on her slowly being 'perfected,' going from merely being sexually attracted to her husband, to worshiping his cock, to believing she should let him make the decisions for her, to believing that women should be submissive to men, that feminism was wrong and stupid, that she was never really a lesbian, just waiting for the protagonist...
It all sent quiet waves of pleasure up from my cunt to my brain, slowly but surely doing its best to fry every neuron until I was as thoroughly reshaped as the story's protagonist.
The whole time, of course, I was stuck in between Theo's thighs, just staring brainlessly at his increasingly attractive cock as my juices oozed out from in between my thighs. I could just suck it. If I sucked it, I could masturbate. If I could masturbate, then I'd get to come.
I would have sucked his cock, except - even in that dim, foggy, empty-headed state - I could remember that I'd purposefully woken him up in the middle of the night with a blowjob, and he'd been upset. I'd been trying to make him upset at the time, of course, but I could barely even remember why, just quietly drooling as I stared faintly at the cock, my cunt desperately pulsing around nothing as I swallowed and imagined sucking his cock and wobbled in between his thighs.
I was so desperate to come that I tried to touch myself with my eyes closed, just using my imagination to envision it as if I was sucking his cock, in the hopes that if I just focused hard enough, it would let me bypass the command not to come without his cock in my mouth.
Yeah, I was so horny that even stupid ideas like that seemed possible.
It didn't work, of course. There was no such easy escape available to me. Instead, I made my situation worse, my head buzzing with arousal, my thoughts a blur, the obscene misogynistic filth still playing in my ears, sending my arousal higher and higher, the precious cock that was my salvation mere inches away. The scent of Theo was thick in my nose, and I opened my eyes, and saw his cock.
Soft. Flaccid. Almost even cute. I'd had boyfriends before, and I'd honestly thought their flaccid dicks were cute - though, they generally didn't want me to say as much. The one mere inches away from my face might have belonged to my rapist, but it also contained the satisfaction that was being denied to me. My mouth opened and closed, and finally, I just gave in, leaning forward towards his soft cock, wrapping my lips around it...
I immediately came, letting out a lewd noise around his cock as pure ecstasy ripped its way through my body.
I'd planned to pull back once I came - to withdraw my mouth from his cock and let myself recover from the arousal - but I'd failed to take into account just how good my orgasm would feel. Pleasure continued to reverberate through my body, and left me without the willpower to hold back, instead just slurping and moaning and coming, going cross-eyed as my juices dribbled out from between my thighs. My brain was shut off at this point. The sounds coming through my ear were just more erotic humiliation, not anything distinct or meaningful: Yes, of course, there's some stuff about a feminist getting turned into a cocksocket, what else would a bitch like me be listening to?
I managed to gather my wits before too long, though, and just popped off his cock, letting the thing out of my mouth before my brain could completely turn to mush. It was only half-erect from the stimulation, and I breathed a sigh of relief, glad to be free.
Fuck, that was so stupid. I'm too horny. I'm a fucking idiot. Even more than I already thought I was. I'm fucking stupid. Goddamn. I can't believe I tried to do tha-
Before I could even finish the thought, as if in recognition of my internal monologue, Theo grabbed my head and shoved me back towards his cock. He'd surged to full mast in the time I'd been thinking, and he unhesitatingly shoved his cock into my mouth. He just groaned, still half-asleep. My eyes flicked up to look at him, and he was smiling, his head tilted back as he abused the inside of my mouth like that.
He was soon shoving me all the way down his cock, my throat turned into a compliant cocksheath for him, and I decided - What the hell? Why not? - and just took his dick down even further. His cock plunged deep into my throat, and my brain continued to dribble out, slobber running down my chin, my eyes lidding as another orgasm hit me in that position. A pathetic, mewling moan of pleasure escaped my throat around his cock, and he casually jerked himself off with my mouth, while I frantically masturbated.
If I have to be used as a masturbation aid, I might as well get off.
Or, at least, that's what I'd like to believe I was thinking. Honestly, it was more like:
Thank God he's fucking my throat, time to come my stupid bitch brains out.
That particular formulation helped me come all the faster, my eyes flicking up to Theo, tears running down my cheeks as he looked down at me at last, a grin on his lips as he casually fucked my throat like that. He was just jerking himself off with my mouth, Penny and Grace both blessedly asleep to spare me the humiliation of being seen by them.
Fortunately, they stayed that way, even as Theo began to jerk me up and down his cock by the hair. "That's it," he told me, breathless and horny, a whisper so quiet that Grace and Penny couldn't overhear it. "That's it. This is where you belong, you fat-titted bitch," he breathed. I'm not sure I could have heard him without my power, but I nodded anyway, my brain knowing that nodding along to his cruel dirty talk got me off that much faster. "Yeah, you know it's where you belong. Not as my boss, but as my personal cocksheath, a good little cocksocket for her beloved master, owner, and god."
I nodded along, and the humiliation of nodding to such a disgusting line sent a wave of arousal straight to my brain, pushing me over the edge and making me come again. Theo ground me down into his pelvis as he unloaded straight down my throat, and my brain emptied out, my juices oozing out all over my hand as my thoughts turned into a thinly-strewn fog. Drool gently dribbled out of my mouth as he held me down in his pelvis, and when he was spent, he popped me off his cock, leaving me to gasp for air in the aftermath, my eyes half-lidded as I looked up at him dimly.
"Don't suck my cock again until the morning, you horny little bitch," he ordered me, his voice a hiss, and I could only pathetically nod, knowing that his words were my law.
I had to go back to lying there, his dick mere inches away, the constant stream of misogynistic 'feminist correction' smut continuing to play in my ear, while his scent clogged up my nostrils, his taste lingered in my throat, and my hand rubbed against my needy cunt.
I was so horny and desperate it took me several minutes to realize I should remove my hand from my thighs, lest I just make the situation worse and worse for myself.
* * *
His command applied until 'the morning.' I didn't know how exactly the command would be applied. I could only strain futilely, my lips stretching out towards his cock but never quite allowed to touch, my arousal continuing to absolutely wreck my higher cognitive functions. I couldn't think of anything at all - not even try to guess when and why I would be permitted to suck his cock again. I could only stew in the words of a mind controlled feminist lesbian being taught her place, and stare at the idly pulsing cock mere inches away.
Guys get erections while they sleep, did you know that? It's not a sex thing, it's just a biological one, like the body's making sure everything is working okay.
He got two full erections that night. His length surged to full length, hard and pulsing in front of my face, but I couldn't do anything except stare at it, my mouth hanging open, watering, drooling. It was so close. So close. So close.
Yet, there wasn't anything there to say. There wasn't anything to think.
There was only a cock, just inches away from my mouth, and I was unable to do anything but stare at it, its thick scent utterly polluting my nostrils.
Eventually, though, I was unbound, as the first trickles of morning light entered my apartment. My jaw practically unhinged, and I drove myself forward as I felt myself suddenly able to suck his cock into my mouth. He wasn't hard, but that didn't matter: only the sweet relief that came with sucking his cock while frantically playing with myself mattered, my hand in between my legs as my brain stuttered and exploded behind my eyes, my vision whiting out as I throated him.
Another long edging session, transformed into pure bliss, into Theo's bliss.
Fucked up as it was, it felt appropriate. Part of me could appreciate the utter completeness of my defeat. The time I'd spent thinking over what had to go into his control, all the particulars and peculiarities - it gave me a newfound appreciation for just how he was controlling me, as my brains dribbled out from between my thighs and orgasm after orgasm hit me like a train, smashing up all my thoughts and leaving only sloppy pink goop smeared in every single direction.
Gluk. Gluk. Gluk. I was facefucking myself on his cock. Dimly, I realized I didn't have to do that - I only had to 'suck' his cock, I only had to have it in my mouth - but I didn't care. I just needed to come, and every bit of vigor and activity and eagerness made the orgasms come that little bit faster. My whole body slammed and shifted, and the force of it made my tits crash against his thighs, which added that extra little bit of pleasure as I sucked and facefucked.
Gluk. Gluk. Gluk.
Theo woke up, of course, to the forceful irrumatio he was receiving from his desperate girlfriend, as she listened to his personal pick of the most misogynistic garbage he could find. My eyes were peeled back in their sockets, and he just groaned in pleasure, casually gathering up my hair into an impromptu ponytail, starting to fuck my face on his cock. "It's better like this, isn't it?" He asked me, and I couldn't help but nod along. "Better when you accept that you're just a depraved, needy slut, your mouth meant for being my cocksheath, that what you want is for me to take control away from you. Trying to scurry off out of embarrassment, that won't make you happy. This will make you happy."
I nodded. Pathetic as it is, I nodded, and I meant it. I was desperate to come, so horny and needy and pent up from hours of being forced to submit to the experience of masturbating but never coming. Never coming. Not once.
Drool slipped out of my mouth as Theo finally tugged me up and off his cock, and I just hung there in the air, staring up at him, frantically masturbating but no longer able to come since I didn't have his cock in my mouth. He just smirked down at me, then spoke: "Come, bitch. Come hard."
Both orders gave me their own orgasms, the second even more strongly than the first, going cross-eyed as white hot pleasure raced up my spine. My whole body spasmed and jerked, and I squirted onto the bed, a pitiful, pathetic, needy cockslut firing off her brains and her dignity both. Grace and Penny woke up, Grace looking down at me with contempt, Penny with a sort of companionable surprise.
Penny looked at me like I was - I don't know, Mulan from that scene in the Disney movie, where she's climbed to the top of the tower. As if she was thinking, Wow, I can't believe Darla really did it! I'm so proud of her, and impressed!
Somehow, that sent even more intense waves of humiliation through me than Grace's look did. Which, of course, meant my pussy spasmed even more wildly in response, while Theo's cock remained firmly lodged in my throat, my eyes peeling back in their sockets as I came, and came, and came. Drool ran out of my mouth, slowly trickling down my chin, a froth of bliss as I teared up.
Even then, even at that point... the audio in my ear kept going on, and on. The feminine voice kept describing her own degradation and deconstruction in meticulous detail, how every single part of her life was torn up by her newfound master, purely to express the core point that she was now just his obedient cocksocket. Her sexuality, her politics, her job, everything in the story seemed to exist only for the purpose of entrenching and eroticizing his control, of contrasting the 'her' who existed before him, to the new 'her' who existed afterwards.
That's what Theo wants to do to you. He wants to take the Empyreal CEO and turn her into his personal bitch, who orgasms on command, degrades herself and the women around her, wants to suck his cock all day, and obeys his every whim.
That's what he's already done, in fact - no need to 'want' it to happen.
That particular thought made me come again. It was like a jackhammer in my brain, my own thoughts treacherous. My awareness of his control and his desire for ever more control only made the humiliation more intense. I could only meekly submit to it, letting it happen, letting it all wash over me, turning into exactly the pathetic bitch that Theo wanted me to be, without any real ability to stop it.
Theo casually gripped my hair, starting to jerk off with my mouth. "Grace, go make us all a nice breakfast. Penny, go down next to Darla, and whisper misogynistic dirty talk in her ear. You read some of her stories, you know what she likes."
Theo apparently didn't even remember that I was still listening to the smut story about Elizabeth being systematically taken apart by a man. So, I got it in stereo.
From the earbud: "I applied the vivid, cherry red lipstick. It wasn't the sort of thing I'd have worn before, but it made my lips 'pop,' and he liked to see the smear of my lipstick across his cock..."
From Penny: "You're just an eager little cocksucker for Theo, aren't you? I know you are. You love it. It's good, being his cocksheath, right? Getting your throat reamed out by his big, hard cock, as he just brutally fucks your face? It's only natural. You're a woman, after all. It's our delight to be used and abused by our man, isn't it?"
Maybe he does know. Maybe he's making to you listen to it in stereo to fuck with your head even harder. Whenever you try to reframe your focus away from one, you're hit with the other.
At this point, my intellectual analysis of his control over me - how it was working, how he was extending it - had morphed into something more eroticized. My mind was making suggestions, not to come up with excuses to save me from the humiliation, but to leave me quivering in ever greater arousal.
It was working too, of course. I kept coming, and coming, as Theo fucked my face on his cock, as the earbud continued to explicate exactly how a mind controller would take away every part of a tomboyish feminist lesbian's identity and replace it with that of an eager, brainwashed housewife, as Penny whispered sweet nothings about how delicious Theo's cock was, and how natural it was for girls like us to service it with our tits and holes.
I didn't even notice when Theo blew his load. He held me down in his pelvis and groaned, but my mind was so distracted by the barrage of filth in my ears that I didn't even realize he was ejaculating. It was just him using my mouth, as far as my empty brain was concerned.
Only once he finished and tugged me off - leaving me whimpering and whining, continuing to masturbate, Penny still whispering, earbud still going - that I realized he'd come. He looked down at me with a smirk on his lips, obviously relishing the sight of his boss kneeling and mewling, lips stretched out towards his cock, trying to get another load.
"Darla," Theo said, making Penny fall silent to let him speak. "I already got off with your mouth. Come on. You have to do things other than just suck my cock all day, don't you? Don't you care about your job?"
I looked up at him. I was a ruin, a wreck, a husk, tears streaking my cheeks, drool coating my chin, my eyes unfocused as they stared up at him. Coherent thoughts about anything but sex took time to put together, my brain struggling to pull itself together.
My job. What am I supposed to say?
That question really does say it all, doesn't it? I was such a mess at that point that I wasn't wondering what the honest answer to his question was - I was wondering what he wanted to hear. Pleasing him with my mouth was all that was on my mind, in that foggy state, still desperate for more orgasms, for a return to the escape of an endless drowning ocean of pleasure.
"We're going to eat breakfast, Darla, and if you're a very good girl during breakfast, then I'll fuck you afterwards."
Was sex even better than blowjobs at this point? I didn't know. I had to masturbate while sucking his cock, and I knew my body better than him, so maybe it was? Or maybe it wasn't. Thinking was still a cloud, a fog, a smog, and I just dumbly nodded in reply to his words, swallowing the saliva that had pooled in my mouth.
Soon enough, all four of us were gathered around the table, orange rolls prepared by Grace for breakfast. Grace was naked other than her choker, and Penny and I were completely nude. I wonder if she's leaking on her chair as much as I am. God, but the smell of sex is going to linger, it's going to seep into anything.
Good thing you just hired a maid, then.
That thought was a little jolt to my clit. The earbud in my ear was still continuing on the story of how Elizabeth had been made to wear a tight dress that showed off her tits and ass, how she was made to quietly thrill at being looked at by men... and, luckily, at that point, Theo finally noticed that it was still in my ear. "Are you still listening to that? You little addict," he said, a smirk on his lips. "You can stop now."
I took the earbud out, letting out a small sigh of relief. I glanced over at Grace, who was more calm than she had been in the past, wearing a dull, placid expression as our eyes momentarily met. I didn't know quite what she was thinking. I barely even knew what I was thinking, at this point.
Theo casually leaned back in his seat, surveying the three of us. The king in his kingdom, surveying his subjects. Three women made into his personal fuckdolls. Three brainwashed sluts with holes he could fuck.
My thoughts were becoming increasingly warped, twisted around what Theo had been saying and doing to me. "Darla," he said, a grin on his lips. "Why don't you tell Grace what you think of her? Be honest. We're all going to be a big happy family, in the end," he said, and I could see in the way he looked at me that he just loved seeing his women fight, and he wanted another catfight.
I looked at Grace, who just raised one eyebrow at me, waiting for my words. I swallowed, feeling suddenly hesitant. I wasn't exactly a social butterfly, and being pushed into a verbal sparring match with another woman wasn't exactly my idea of a good time.
I decided to try to simultaneously avoid a conflict, and satisfy Theo. "Grace, you're a really good bitch to Theo, I can see it. It's clear you love serving him and making him happy and getting him off with your body, which is important for any woman to do. Theo loves to use our bodies like his own personal masturbation aids, and I'm glad that he has not one, but two other women who are so compliant to his needs."
I absolutely didn't think any of that, of course, but in some ways that just made it worse/better: worse, in that it was more humiliating - and better, in that my humiliation was an intoxicating thing for me at this point, half a way to escape from the humiliation and mistreatment.
The little pulse of arousal that my pussy got hit with made it hard to pay attention to what Grace was saying. "...thank you, I guess," Grace said, frowning slightly at my sudden turn for the bizarrely affectionate. She paused for a moment, just wetting her lips, glancing over at Theo. "I am also glad that Theo has you and Penny's fat tits to masturbate with."
"I'm glad to see everyone getting along," Theo said, a wicked smile on his lips as his gaze turned from Grace to me and back again. "You know what, that gives me an idea: why don't you two come up with a good way to serve me after breakfast? You have such interesting and unique perspectives on submission, after all."
How could you possibly know that? I wanted to ask, but I didn't, knowing it'd just get more orders squeezing my brain. As far as Theo's actual interactions with me went, I had basically never verbally expressed my desires, without his direct commands to smush my behavior into a particular position.
Grace was the one who actually spoke, between the two of us. "One thing that Theo enjoys is 'hotswapping holes,'" she explained to me. "He'll put me and Penny into some position where he can quickly pull out of one of us, and slam into the other." Her gaze ran down my body, taking it in slowly. "You look pretty strong. Can you support another woman's weight?"
"Yes," I said. It wasn't like I could lie about it - Theo had gone to sleep resting on top of me at least once, so he already knew I could take his weight, and he definitely weighed more than Grace (having several inches on her, and being a man; he was skinny, but so was she).
"Then why not have me rest on top of you, so he can quickly switch back and forth between us?"
"That does sound good, Grace," Theo said, when I didn't immediately speak up. "What do you think, Darla?"
"I-I think it sounds fine." No worse than anything else, really. Maybe even better than some of the positions?
* * *
I probably should have known better, of course. After a bit of clever "workshopping" between Grace and Theo, the position was adjusted and tweaked. My face was now shoved into my couch cushions (I could smell my arousal from earlier), and Grace was seated on my ass.
At least I had something to distract me: Theo driving his cock into my tight cunt, as he quietly smothered me in my own couch. Grace, of course, took full advantage of the opportunity to just go at Theo, making out with him, the noisy sound of them slobbering over each other intensely audible to me.
It's fucked up to say, but although Theo just roughly pounded away at my cunt, putting no effort into controlling his pace or angle - it was good. The humiliation was by this point my constant companion, not just a spice but a soup I was marinating in. Given the situation, I barely even noticed it as anything beyond another little spark of pleasure that went straight to my clit. Even as he made out with Grace, he found time to spare one hand to slide around and start playing with my clit - which promptly electrocuted my brain with a very intense orgasm, and I just moaned right into the couch.
He hilted inside of me as I orgasmed like that. I was effectively blind and only able to hear the wet sounds of him making out with another woman - which intensified my awareness of the scent of my own juices lingering on the couch and the feeling of his cock pulsing inside of me, vigorous and alive. I quivered on his dick in pathetic pleasure, my whole body trembling as I just took it. My cunt gripped and squeezed at his cock, massaging him as my orgasm rushed through my body.
Once my orgasm was finished, though, Theo surprised me by just pulling his dick out of my cunt. I whimpered pathetically, while Grace only hummed, and I felt as Theo gripped her thighs and wiggled her body around for a moment, in order to get better access to her cunt - at which point, he slammed inside her waiting pussy.
He broke off the kiss to start whispering in her ear at that point. "That's a good slave, Grace," he said, and she shuddered at those words, her whole body vibrating on my butt as she got rutted by the man she loved. "So loyal and eager to please your master. Your pussy's tight as hell, too," he grunted, thumping all the more insistently inside her, and I heard her let out a low, soft moan, her own orgasm obviously rapidly approaching. She was holding back, though, presumably expecting Theo to switch back to me once she came.
For my part, I just had to sit there, quivering. Only my intellect and a truly iron will kept me from just starting to frig myself: I knew I couldn't get myself off that way, and it would only make my simmering arousal worse. My brain then turned to the idea of trying to make Grace come faster, but what could I do in that position? Unlike Penny, I really had no idea what erotic words would get Grace horny, if there were even any - she seemed quite monomaniacally focused on Theo, after all.
I tried wiggling my butt, instead - just forcing her to bounce on Theo's cock. She was practically weightless, as far as I was concerned, and it worked, with a couple bounces knocking her off balance enough to make her come, moaning in pleasure as she tried to latch onto Theo. Theo, for his part, just chuckled. "Go ahead and enjoy your orgasm, Grace. Good work, Darla. Trying to jerk me off with another woman's body seems like a natural role for you. That muscular body of yours could really come in handy, once you fully accept yourself."
I didn't respond verbally, just whimpering beneath Grace, wiggling my butt a little. I desperately wanted his cock inside me at that point, his words actually serving to intensify my arousal and need - which had already been quite high. At that, Theo pulled out of Grace, and then thrust himself into my cunt, making me moan happily as I got fucked again, his cock plunging deep inside of me, over and over, just pounding away. My eyes rolled back in their sockets as once more my world seemed to narrow. Theo wasn't even making out with Grace any more, so there wasn't that as a distraction: just the compression of my body into my couch, my tits crushed against the cushions, my face shoved into the crook of it. The scent of my earlier juices mingling with the sensation of being roughly pounded into oblivion, both of which served to intensify my pleasure with every passing second.
"Why don't you speak up a little, Grace?" Theo asked, his voice having that familiar sadism to it. "I think that if you get Darla to orgasm a little faster, then I'll be able to get back to fucking you properly."
"Yes, Master," Grace said - the response was automatic, more a desire to please Theo than actual consideration of what he wanted. She hesitated a couple seconds to find words, but when she did - "This is such an appropriate position for you, Darla. He doesn't have to see your face, or listen to you talk. You're reduced to just a fuckhole for him to use to jerk off with. That's why he makes you blow him so much: it's the best way to make you shut up."
Those words drove me over the edge, and I came, hard. I saw stars in the corner of my vision as a powerful orgasm raced through my system. Grace's cruelty hit so much harder than Theo's, because Theo was just saying words to get himself off, or obviously trying to manipulate me. To whatever extent Grace was trying to manipulate me, it was only to make me orgasm faster, so she could get Theo's dick back inside her - and that, of course, made it so much more humiliating.
Once I was done coming, Theo shoved his cock back into Grace's cunt, making her let out a moan as he got to rutting away again. I could feel his balls smack against my ass on some thrusts, due to the positioning of our bodies, and I decided to try to bounce my hips some more, trying to add to his pleasure. Grace squeaked and squawked and gasped, but took it all, as she got bounced up and down Theo's cock. In fact, he stopped even fucking her, leaving it up to me to pump Grace up and down his cock, raising and lowering my butt in the air, again and again.
I was so desperate for his cock to plunge into me that I did it without the slightest hesitation. I did, in fact, recognize that I was doing exactly what he'd directed me: jerking him off with another woman's body. That this was, in fact, one step down a long road that he was trying to lay out for me and tempt and trick me into.
I just didn't care. I needed Grace to come so I could get his cock back inside me, and this was the most effective way to do that. If anything, his lack of effort increased the intensity with which I was focused on the task, trying to work out which ways to shift my hips made Grace get the closest to an orgasm. Theo just sat there, no doubt wearing his cocky smile, as his boss wiggled her butt with no higher intent than getting him off with another woman's cunt.
Come already, you bitch, I mentally hissed up at Grace. As if she could read my mind, she started making out with Theo again, noisily, sloppily, wetly making out. She moaned into his mouth, straining to keep herself from coming, but I just kept bouncing my ass, working her up, and up, and up, until finally she came.
I was so pent up that when Theo pulled out of her and slammed into me, I instantly came. My pussy spasming and gripping Theo's cock made him groan in surprise at the sensation, and lose self control, just loudly groaning into Grace's mouth as he unloaded in my needy pussy.
The fact that he came didn't stop me from wanting more, though. I tried to milk at his cock desperately, even wiggling my hips back into him, but he just sighed and pulled out, slapping my ass. "Now, now, Darla, I can't fuck you all day," he told me. "Oh," he said, as he plopped down on the couch next to me, while I remained in position - Grace perched on my ass, my face buried in the cushions. "By the way. Grace, get off Darla's ass. Darla," he said, once Grace had done so (quickly going to sit on Theo's lap), "go grab the ear bud and get back to listening to the smut."
He really is so good at doing this to me, I thought, and my clit sent a little pulse of pleasure to my brain at the thought, as I helplessly obeyed.
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